Cao Thủ Huấn Luyện Em Trai

“Don’t worry. You used to have my back. From now on, big brother will protect you here!”

I slapped him again.

“Brother my foot.”

6

On the way back to school after finishing work at the club, Song Huilan followed me the entire way.

Her words grew increasingly venomous.

“Don’t think he’ll acknowledge you just because he touched you. He’s been with countless women outside, all eventually paid off and dismissed.”

“Not every street chicken gets to become a phoenix. I suggest you stay in your lane.”

I looked at her like she was an idiot.

Handed over my phone with an ongoing call.

Song Huilan froze.

Jiang Xuan’s icy voice came through the speaker:

“Song Huilan. Say that again.”

I turned off speakerphone.

Shrugged innocently at her tearful expression.

“Can’t blame anyone but your loud mouth, sis.”

7

I acknowledged my brother.

But repeatedly warned him not to reveal our relationship or act familiarly in public.

He looked devastated, asking why.

I said no reason.

Since heaven gave me another chance, and Jiang Xuan was already grown, my life didn’t need to revolve around him anymore.

I wanted to study, to make up for never attending college.

Of course, another reason:

This troublemaker had too many ex-romances!

Just this school had three or four of his “rumored girlfriends”. I refused to get dragged into his mess for some catfight.

Reborn, I just wanted to focus on studies.

But Jiang Xuan wouldn’t let me.

8

Next morning’s 8am class.

The room erupted as a private helicopter’s roar approached, landing on the teaching building roof.

Someone across the building shouted “Holy shit! It’s Jiang Xuan!”

Crowds rushed to watch.

Song Huilan’s friends behind me started jeering.

“Lanlan, he’s here for you right?”

“You’re so lucky to have Jiang Xuan. Unlike some who throw themselves at men, thinking they’re nobility.”

The comment was deliberately loud.

Mocking gazes swept over me.

Clearly Song Huilan had twisted yesterday’s events.

Her clique now acted like justice warriors against me, the “shameless mistress”.

I glanced at them.

...Whatever.

No arguing with fools.

Jiang Xuan’s arrival didn’t worry me – after yesterday’s warnings, he wouldn’t dare cause trouble.

But Song Huilan mistook my silence.

Freshly reapplied makeup, she elbowed me: “Just wait. When I marry Jiang Xuan, I’ll skin you alive.”

Me: “...”

What a deadly declaration.

How terrifying~

Before the whole class, Song Huilan strutted out like a peacock, ensuring everyone knew Jiang Xuan came for her.

Just as I thought so too, the school speakers crackled.

Jiang Xuan’s infuriating voice echoed campus-wide:

“To Jiang Nan-zhi from Chinese Literature Class 3: Jiang Xuan says he’ll be your big brother now.”

Repeating endlessly.

My scalp prickled, fists itching.

Under stunned stares, I deadpan rushed to the broadcast room.

Everywhere echoed “Jiang Nan-zhi, Jiang Xuan will protect you.”

I was ready to throw hands.

Met Song Huilan mid-way, her face twisted with jealousy.

“You bitch—

I backhanded her.

“Move. Good dogs don’t block the way.”

Found Jiang Xuan in the broadcast room.

Hall lined with black-suited bodyguards. He sat like a king, staff cowering nearby.

Seeing me, his cold eyes lit up.

Before he could boast, I pointed sharply to silence him.

The staff fled awkwardly.

Alone, I yanked his ear:

“Ignoring my warnings?”

“Why put the female lead’s plot on me?!”

In original plot, Jiang Xuan pursued heroine Lin Ya with over-the-top gestures.

This helicopter declaration belonged to her, yet somehow I became the target.

He whined, clutching his ear:

“You told me to resist the plot! This is me resisting!”

“I obeyed!”

9

My head throbbed.

Released him to pinch his cheek:

“So I’m your scapegoat?”

“Stop this nonsense. I just want to study. If you’re so rich and bored, donate buildings instead!”

During break, crowds gathered outside.

To avoid campus tabloids, I distanced myself, rubbed his red ear, reissued warnings, and left.

Next morning, my right eyelid twitched.

Jiang Xuan’s chat stayed silent since yesterday.

Quiet kid means trouble brewing.

Anxiety churned all morning.

Did I go too hard? Hurt him?